Chapter 668: Information
Chapter 668: Information
Fang Zhixin fell from the sky, landing on the ground, but there were snipers aiming at him, and bullets kept piercing through from outside.
As the shooting coordinates were predetermined, and each position had someone assigned to shoot, even if the shooters weren't Third Limit Fighters, it didn't matter. There was no need to see their movements clearly; they just needed to listen to those observing and provide guidance.
This time, as he descended, his body was riddled with bullets from various directions, not just one.
But as a Third Limit Fighter, these were merely flesh wounds, not affecting him much. His movements remained agile and swift. After landing, he touched his toes to the ground, and with a rustle, he darted forward, crashing through walls and heading in one direction.
After breaking through over a dozen rooms, he leaped forward and suddenly disappeared from the surrounding pursuers' sight.
Moments later, footsteps approached from all directions. When they got closer, the gunmen pointed their guns downward, only to find an abandoned sewage pit where the person had vanished.
Unsure of where it led, some of the pursuers immediately jumped down to search.
However, they soon discovered that the underground sewage system was a maze with little light. There were vagrants and criminals hiding below, and it seemed to secretly connect to the lower districts, making the search extremely challenging. Initially, they could follow some traces, but soon, all leads were lost, and by nightfall, the search team withdrew.
At the edge of Ji Yang District, Fang Zhixin emerged from a modified sewage channel entrance. He hadn't randomly fled to hide; he had planned his escape route in advance.
This exit led to a safe house he had prepared beforehand.
After climbing out, he took out a crushed nutrient gel from his pocket, swallowed it, and cautiously scanned his surroundings. Confident that no one was watching, he quickly crossed the streets and, within about ten minutes, entered a building.
Only then did he relax.
But as he let his guard down, he felt a numbing sensation. He raised his hand to inspect it and noticed numerous red dots where the needles had pierced his arm.
The spikes were clearly problematic, seemingly coated with some toxin that caused his body to go numb. He tried to remove them but found they were stuck fast; squeezing the muscles only pushed them deeper.
He suspected these were specially designed biological bullets that tried to burrow deeper into the flesh once inside.
He couldn't fathom the origins of these people who could wield such unique biological weapons; they were undoubtedly formidable.
After some thought, he concluded that they weren't government personnel or from the temporary special committee. Moreover, he had specifically listened to their voices, which sounded more like Norlundian than Da Shun's dialect.
Sensing something amiss, he tried to connect this with recent events and felt he had grasped something. After pondering for a while, he made a decision. He first found the Dimensional Token hidden here, put it on, and then took some weapons and equipment. Fully geared up, he finally carried a few nutrient gels and left.
Inside the Mystic Palace Tower, Chen Chuan was contemplating power techniques in his apartment when he suddenly heard a sound on the Dimensional Token, which quickly disappeared, happening three times in a row.
This was clearly an attempt to avoid An Dun's information tracking.
Chen Chuan pondered for a moment, temporarily blocking An Dun, and then tried to contact the signal he was tracking. After a while, the other side connected, and a hoarse, tired voice came through, "Captain Chen, is that you?"
Chen Chuan recognized the voice, "Fang Zhixin?"
"Yes, it's me."
Fang Zhixin spoke quickly, "Can we meet? I have something urgent to discuss with you." He added, "Someone is chasing me, but they aren't government agents. I overheard them speaking, and they sound like foreigners."
Upon hearing this, Chen Chuan's eyes flashed. He asked, "Where are you?"
Fang Zhixin immediately reported his location.
Chen Chuan said, "Wait for me there. I'll come right away."
"Okay, they've been searching for me. I'll end the call now."
After hanging up, Chen Chuan considered for a moment. Instead of calling his personal vehicle, he went downstairs and drove a Gader Vehicle to the location.
On the way, he used the Dimensional Token to contact Yuan Qiuyuan and the other two, briefing them.
Over an hour later, he arrived at the area Fang Zhixin mentioned. He got out of the car and walked towards a certain building, a small abandoned shop common in the Hongsheng District.
After about twenty steps, he sensed someone watching him from inside, probably Fang Zhixin. Then, a flashlight shone from the broken window, flickering towards him.
Chen Chuan entered through the doorless entrance and saw Fang Zhixin sitting on a collapsed counter. Upon seeing Chen Chuan, Fang Zhixin asked, "Captain Chen, I've been away for so long. Is Chen Xiaojin doing well?"
Chen Chuan nodded, "Xiao Jin hasn't been up to anything lately."
Fang Zhixin seemed to relax a little after hearing this. He said, "I just checked the situation using the Dim Token on the platform. I think I might know who these people are."
Chen Chuan asked, "Who are they?"
"Most likely, they're from the Union," Fang Zhixin replied solemnly.
"The damage to the World Ring will have a series of consequences," Fang Zhixin explained. "After such incidents, it's highly probable that relics will emerge, and the Union, along with various nations, will vie for them. I saw the Union members on the Dim Token, and I suspect they're here to capture me."
Chen Chuan asked, "What does this have to do with you?"
Fang Zhixin sighed and said, "To seize the relics, one must know the specific details of the Fusion Zone, and Teacher is the most familiar with this place in Jinbei Province. They probably believe that as Teacher's assistant, I'm also aware of this information, so they want to find the related data through me. This is evident from the fact that the weapons they used weren't lethal but aimed to restrict my combat abilities."
Chen Chuan contemplated for a moment. This deduction seemed reasonable, but Fang Zhixin had already thought of this, fearing that these data might actually exist.
In fact, not only did Fang Zhixin know this, but he also knew a part of it.
Through the spiritual imprint Chen Bitong had passed on, Chen Chuan had learned about the strength technique and some information about the Fusion Zone. Now, it seemed that Chen Bitong had anticipated today's events.
"When I asked about Xiao Jin earlier, I was afraid they'd come looking for her if they couldn't find me. But now, with your protection, Captain Chen, I feel at ease." Fang Zhixin paused, then lifted his head and said, "Captain Chen, there's something I need to tell you..."
At that moment, his expression changed suddenly as he sensed some movement outside. He quickly realized that he had been tracked because he had used the Dim Token, but he hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly. "Captain Chen, they're here!" he exclaimed.
Chen Chuan remained calm and said, "I know."
Fang Zhixin was taken aback but couldn't help but calm down. He had witnessed Chen Chuan and Chen Bitong's battle, and even Chen Bitong's formidable skills had been suppressed by Chen Chuan. These people were no match for him.
At that moment, hundreds of meters away from the building, heavily armed and armored figures converged from all directions, securing nearby vantage points and setting up machine guns and long-range firearms.
One of them pulled up information on the Dim Token, made a comparison, and reported, "Target engaged in conversation is likely an Investigation Supervisor from the Handling Bureau. Suspecting self-surrender, should we proceed with the operation?"
A cold voice came from the Dim Token, "Continue with the action plan."
"Understood."
With clear orders, the group's movements accelerated. After covering a distance of about two to three hundred meters, they placed a box on the ground and injected high-energy nutrients into it. Soon, horizontal and vertical circular openings appeared on the box.
A series of whooshing sounds followed as metal-colored objects resembling javelins shot out and penetrated the building, embedding themselves into the walls.
Fang Zhixin, having experienced this once before, was startled. "Be careful, that's..." He trailed off, then exclaimed in surprise as he realized that the objects remained motionless after piercing the walls.
Chen Chuan spoke calmly, "You're injured. Just stay here."
After saying this, Chen Chuan put on a specially designed protective mask and stepped outside. Gunfire erupted, but the bullets bounced off his protective suit, falling to the ground with a clatter.
At that moment, Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and an invisible wave rippled outward, causing the armed personnel within a 500-meter radius to collapse. Those closer to him were instantly killed, while those farther away lost consciousness.
The surroundings fell silent.
Chen Chuan stood still for a moment. After a while, he heard rapid footsteps approaching. At the end of the street, a figure was running towards him.
The man had thick facial hair, deep-set eyes, a high nose, and fair skin, resembling a mixed-race individual. He held a whip in his hands, and his movements had a unique rhythm as he advanced.
As he approached, he swung his arms, causing obstacles like advertisements to scatter towards Chen Chuan. Simultaneously, he crouched low and lunged forward, whipping his weapon towards Chen Chuan's ankles.
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(End of Chapter)
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